A/N: Second chapter, hoo-rah. This chapter isn't as interesting as the last one and the ones to follow, but Kaye really needed some more detail.

Chapter Two:

Fifteen minutes later, Kaye was totally and completely lost. She attempted going back the way she came, but only managed to find herself even more confused. Frustrated, she attempted to relax herself by sipping on a hot cup of coffee from the local café.

By the time she drank half of the steamy, refreshing liquid, she remember the letter she had carelessly thrown into her bag. Retrieving it, she smoothed out the crumples and reread the letter. Still, she could not believe what she was reading.

As she read over the instructions to Diagon Alley and the Hogwarts Express Station, she still wasn't convinced.

"A woman will collect you and your belongings outside of your house, and will then take you to a bar and hotel called The Leaky Cauldron on August 28th. She will then show you the way to Diagon Alley. Do not worry, she can be trusted. Be sure to bring plenty of muggle money." the letter stated.

'What on earth is 'muggle money'?' she asked herself silently.

As she read the instructions to reach the station, a puzzled look grew upon her face. "Platform 9 ¾? There's no such thing…" she mumbled to herself.

Kaye was so confused. For the first time in seven years, she wished he parents were with her to help solve this wretched riddle. The thought brought back an ache in her chest, one she had though she gotten rid of ages ago. The death of her parents was still a mystery to her. She had been an orphan for as long as she could remember.

And to be honest, she still was an orphan. She had never been adopted by any foster parents, and didn't want to be. At the age of eleven, she had run away from her orphanage. Why would she ever want her parents to be replaced?

Kaye was the sort of independent girl that had always thought she could care for herself. And, the fact is, she could. Surprisingly enough, she was successful in her escape. No police found her, and she never bothered to turn herself in. Sure, six months scavenging for scraps in the trash and living in dark, creepy alley ways was never fun, but she made it through.

Eventually, she got a job working at a small, family-owned grocery store. The family was kind enough to let her stay in their home for free until she had enough money to start paying them for rent. They helped her with changing her name and getting all of the fake legal documents, and pretended that Kaye was their child when any nosy government officials came around with questions.

At the age of thirteen she moved on to a higher-paying job. Eventually, she got her own apartment. She would have bought it all on her own, except for the fact that minors were not allowed to buy apartments. Again, the family helped her out. Kaye gave all of the money to them, and they bought it for her. She would always be grateful to them.

And now, here she was: Kaye Bains, grown up and living on her own, free from her prison, the orphanage.

Kaye got up from the table and threw the foam cup previously containing her coffee away in a nearby trash can, and began to search for a way home.

After about two hours of searching, she finally made it back. Exhausted, she collapsed on the couch, and instantly drifted off to sleep.

When her eyes flittered open, it was 12:00 noon. Grumbling, she made her way over to the bathroom to fix herself up. Her ordinary, boring brown hair was a frizzy mess, but she managed to get it back into its normal, straight shape. It was long. 'Almost too long..' she thought to herself.

She had never known what color her eyes were. Whenever she asked her friends, their responses would vary from green, to blue, to grey.

She was tall, almost 5'9". Everyone she knew claimed she would be a perfect model, with her thin, slender body and her height. The thought of her being in a photograph was revolting. She never believed it when people said that she was extremely photogenic. She preferred to be the person behind the camera, not in front of it.

Kaye sighed, and walked into the kitchen. After gorging on an extra large bowl of cereal, and feeling pretty awful about it, she decided to leave the house.

As she grabbed her keys from the table, she noticed her bag, with the crumpled letter peeking out of it. Memories from the day before rushed back into her mind, and she realized what day it was. August 27th. Recalling what the letter had said, a woman would stop by her house tomorrow.

'Can this really be true? No... no. It can't be...' she thought to herself.

After thinking about it for a while, she decided she would be ready, just in case. She packed her things, stuffed the total amount of her savings into her purse, and headed off to bed. It was early, but she needed the sleep.

Before drifting off, an image appeared in her mind. It was fuzzy and blurry, and she couldn't figure out what it was. She tried concentrating, but it only made the powerful and overwhelming sense of exhaustion take over her. She slept, dreaming of the unlimited possibilities of what it could be…